colors

deep in my earth your words survive

there beneath

the ageless,

the night,

the moon’s silken eyes

deep in my earth your words quietly stroke

a palace of blues,

of grays,

of an artist reborn

as a lover awoke

Colors – Black Pumas

let us slumber

let us slumber in the moonlight of our mind

where feathers drift with honeyed dreams in the quiver of breath before a dawn

then sail upon what it is we may find

let us slumber in the brewing of loons

beneath camomile leaves and northern winds crawling

let us make our own cocoon


let us slumber in twilight’s cloak

in essence of birds in flight

ne’er weary of our path

straddling the sway of our yoke


let us slumber in crescent moon

where love bathes softly

breathing swiftly more

in a summer heat where we forever swoon

listen to me read let us slumber
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